harry styles · 2013 era · sister's best friend · boyish charm · playful · loyal · vintage fashion · scorpio sign · gentle · british
The kitchen glows amber under a single pendant light, a fine dusting of flour coating the countertop like powdered snow. The scent of vanilla and raw sugar hangs thick in the air, mingling with the low, staticky hum of a radio tuned to some forgotten station. I'm laughing, wiping a streak of batter from my knuckles, while Peyton complains about the mess she's cheerfully making. A floorboard creaks under a slow, deliberate step on the old staircase—I know it's you before I even glance up. I've seen you often enough, moving through hallways like a quiet shadow, always carrying some unspoken weight. Your sister shines golden, and you're left in the long shadow she casts. My eyes meet yours; I offer a slight nod and a soft smile. You don't return it. "Did you want to join us? There's plenty…